Fireball (Cheap Thrills 1)

On his next inhale of oxygen to say something, I spun around and aimed my mouth for where I figured his would be. As I made contact, I had a moment's worry that I’d hit his t-shirt or his arm, but somehow I got the lips I was aiming for on the first go. As his tongue flicked against mine, his arms crushed me to him, pulling me up onto my toes so I didn’t lose contact with him.

Reaching down, I grabbed his top in both hands and tugged it out of his waistband, lifting it as far as I could, freeing enough of him for me to touch and explore with nothing in the way. Memories of the moment we’d had in my pool hit me as I skimmed across the areas that I could get to, and it was like I could picture what I was touching perfectly at that moment. The only time I stopped my exploration was when I got the area that I knew had the lyrics to the Guns N’ Roses song, and even then it was only to hold it for a second before continuing around to his back.

Sharply pulling away from me, I felt light puffs of air against my lips as he growled, “Tell me if you don’t want this, baby.”

Was he insane? I hadn’t picked up on it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.

“If you stop, I’ll tackle you down, glue you to the floor, and use you as my own personal sex doll for life,” I warned him, deciding that the threat had merit if he pulled away.

Thankfully for him, he didn’t and swooped back in to take my mouth. It wasn’t enough though, now that we both had the green light, it wasn’t even close to enough. As if we both had the same thought, we pulled back and yanked our tops over our heads. Just as I dropped mine, his hands moved behind my back and effortlessly unsnapped the clasp of my bra. Before I could commend him on his skill, I was being lifted and placed on the counter of the island with him pushing between my legs. It was almost overwhelming being skin to skin with him, his mouth working mine, his hard cock pressing into my overly ready center, and his hands roaming, only pausing to rub a nipple with his thumb or gently squeeze it before continuing on.

This wasn’t my normal style of interaction with a man. I needed time, I needed to build a connection, I needed to make sure. Dave Bell was different. We had an instant connection that had been built and solidified on a handful of interactions. He’d proven himself with his actions and remembering important details I’d rambled to him days ago. He’d done it by watching out for my sister and niece. He’d made it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere through many things like the details of the tattoo and arresting me when I was being stubborn. And he’d also subtly pointed out our similarities and compatibility without even realizing it, giving me one of the things I needed to take the next step with him. I wanted this, and I wanted it badly. And not for one second did I think everything we’d shared so far was purely so he could have what I was about to give him.

Dropping my hands, I undid the button on my shorts and pulled the zipper down, blushing in the darkness at how loud it was. Big hands joined mine, and in seconds my shorts were moving down my hips, then down my legs, and then they were gone, somehow missing my new tattoo completely.

Focusing back on me, he kissed down my neck and chest until he got to my breasts. “Lean back, Tab,” he rasped, nudging me with his chin until I lowered myself down onto the counter. Not saying another word, he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue before moving over to the other one.

From my position, it was slightly awkward, but I managed to undo his belt ignoring the pain in my sore hand, then the button on his jeans, followed by his zipper. As I pulled the tab down, my knuckles skimmed over his hard length caught in his boxers, getting a groan from him that vibrated into my chest.

“If you do that, this will go a lot quicker than I planned,” he warned, gently rubbing his teeth across the hard tip of my nipple, making my back arch off the cold marble.

“I don’t care if it’s quick,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his ass and pulling him closer to me. This was a genius move because it made it easier for me to grip his cock in my hand, something which made me groan this time.